it's not even funny, cause we all keep coming
back to this same place like we hit the ground running
but we didn't, addicted to the thought of money
the whole game sucks b and my interest stumps me
but i look around, don't keep my face on the ground
i used to look down and had a fix on my frown
but nevermore, i look away from sorrow
i pray i hope for some kind of tomorrow
where i wake up, think about screaming fans
bout bitches in the va, labels shakin my hand
but it's this same fucking room every day all the time
got so much shit on my mind my nerves went blind
so i stumble, mumbling in the pouring rain
i contemplate and think but that shit is in vain
it runs through my veins, i swear the river rushes
i hear them though, he destroy what he touches
and all it takes is one fucking song
one fucking image, someone looks at me wrong
and i almost retreat, fall back down from my feet
but i don't want to prove them right about anything
shit i don't got no multis this time, i don't got no rhymes
but i'll rip true freestyles until the day that i die
i remember when i was in the second grade
i used my words to cut peeps like a blade
and now here i am, stuck in this game
wish my life rearranged, to forgo the pain
but so often it feels like a fake fantasy
pass the grass g, and help relieve me
but the days and slipping further and further away
until the point i don't have nothing left to say
and holy shit man i am scared of that day
when the winds blow hard and the sky goes grey
no images no sounds no breeze no nothing
but fuck why would i hold onto something
except this craft, this one defying act
and when i die i hope i die with that